“The Petrified Sea”

Lowly servants
Hammering rusty nails into
Secret coffins
The petrified sea

Still water
Clear as glass
Until a golden ship
Cuts its jagged line
Creating waves of ice
So cold
They burn

A ghostly priest
Stands at bow
Anointing the water
With heavy potions
Singing hymns of
Forgotten ordination blues and
Deadman romance ballads

Meant to keep beasts
At bay
And the legions asleep
Entombed below

How long
Before his voice
Becomes hoarse
And the potions
Run dry

Β©James Dennis Casey IV

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